Wrinkled, with coarse gray hair,
Her smile had been toothless
Since she was thirty.
Big brown eyes that twinkled with love,
She was so beautiful.
For all the world,
She looked like an ancient Indian Squaw,
Her skin browned by years of gardening
In the hot sun.
She loved to help things grow.
She taught me sewing,
And how to cook the most wonderful things.
She showed me how to make flowers grow.
She taught me to love,
And that I was worth loving.
I was an awkward, ugly child,
She became the fairy godmother of my fantasies
The guardian angel of my dreams,
She walks in Heaven now.
I miss her so.
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